The Bird in the Rain

It was about lunch time when this bird, sitting alone in the same place as before, peeked into me. It was raining torrential that day. For some time, we glanced at each other as I enjoyed my reading; and he in the cold. I even took picture of him.

Two birds usually sat here, as if they were husband and wife, in this time of the day. I was mostly alone at this time, waiting for my children to arrive home. But seeing him alone, today, strike something in my mind.

I looked at him from my window; but he turn towards another side, showing me his back. He might have been not happy lately, as I often shooed them away, once they enter our room. And that they were not domesticated.

But today, it seems a little different. It was only him. I kept looking for his friend or partner yet did not find one. I wanted to call him in, as it was cold outside, but I did not speak his language. Anyway, no one enjoyed being alone; until or unless it was intentional.

The rain doesn’t appear to back out soon. So we glanced at each other occasionally, and again another head nodding followed, as if we’re expecting to hear something from each other.

Should we be able to hold talks in the languages we both understand, we might have so many things to say, I said in my mind.

Now, you might find it absurd, but this is how we converse with the bird in the rain, in my mind:

‘Bird, oh dear bird, why don’t you come inside so that we commune our heart?’

‘I’m afraid, I don’t know what to expect from you.’

As the thunderbolt with a bit of lightning thudded from the sky, I closed my window. I wanted to avoid the sound or to simply make me feel secure. And that is what I can do in the least. But as for the bird, he’s still there unmoved!

I wanted him to keep busy unless he’d be submerged in his thoughts. His feather, which he wears beautifully and covering him, may get soaked in the rain, I was afraid for him. His wings and pair of leg might get numb, as he waited for the rain to stop.

One more thing that disturbed me is I can’t read his situation. Even though I do not know his present situation, I wanted to see him fly again!

Now, I make tea to warm myself while inside. But I’m sad and felt guilty as I think about the lonely bird in the rain. Although I bear good attitude towards him this time, it was useless. Or was it never meant to be? That I don’t know.

Eventually, the rain thinned out. And other birds are chirping around in joyous mood. But this bird is still here. I can’t remember when it changes places or what had really happened to him.
Yet I hope to catch up with him once again, so that I can give him something to eat – some good quality grains.

Soaked in the Rain of Sin:

We are once separated from God by our sin, but now, we can speak to him through the work of Christ Jesus on the cross. I have been there once; I have been disturbed, I wanted a way out. And there, Jesus found me!

For the Son of Man came to seek and saved the lost. (Luke 19:10) And once I know I was lost, I can be found!
The Lord, our God, always wanted to speak to us although we might not be ready. We don’t want to turn to him. Our connectivity misread; more blinded we had become.

However, our sins can no more soak us once we accepted him as our savior. Many undeserving and downtrodden people, like me, have friend in Him. Having a savior in Him; a Privilege!

Enduring the Rain:

When he found me, he does not take me instantly into a place where nothing evil will ever bother me. But he’s here talking me out, holding my hand in the land of the unknowns.

I have to endure some more rains, which might make me weary and my way more slippery. But I’ll get dry at once, surely relief, once I get to him.

Jesus Christ prayed for me: “I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one.” (John 17:11)

I may not talk to him face to face, as yet, but we connected in our heart. I poured my heart to him; he filled my heart as he desire, because he knows what is best for me.

Intercession by the Holy Spirit:

In my meager faith, I believe and hope that he was planning something good for me all the time. That, I may found out more of him, on my way to Him. In my heart, we speak the same languages now, through the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit intercedes for us, our prayers to God, in accordance with the will of God. (Romans 8:26-27) I can talk to him now through the spirit as he taught me how to pray. I’m never alone!

“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living,” as David puts it. (Psalm 27:13)

In the end, I have someone to walk by me, hold my hand, and whisper to me new things that make my short pilgrimage worth the living.

Dear bird, oh dear bird
How I wish I could speak to you
Do not afraid coming to me
The rain’s soaking your heart.
Come, I wanted to see you fly high
Flying high, fill the blue sky once again!
Watching you fly melt my heart.

(Full poem will follow soon)